Anya was thinking if she missed anything when Jason broke the silence and asked her, [What time will the ship reach the port?]
"Approximately at 12-1 PM." Anya was straightforward.
The calmness on the other end vanished, "You little brat, do you think I can prepare everything by twelve?" He will have to arrange all the safety measures, deploy them and reach the coastal city at least an hour or two early so he has only around five hours.
Anya shrugged her shoulders though it wasn't a video call. She leaned back on the chair hearing her chief's bewildered tone. "Chief, you are more efficient than any officer I have seen." Although it was true, she said it to make Jason more confident and smug. Everybody likes motivation.
[I know right.] The voice came full of smugness. He was the youngest chief in the history of the cybercrime department.
Without getting swayed with the smugness, he instructed her, [Anya, get on the military speedboat.] He didn't want to take risk of Harper breaking down the ship in the middle of the water. He wanted her safe. [You can get your Handsome on the board too.]
Anya: "..."
Alvin is handsome, she can accept it openly but he wasn't hers. Alright? She didn't comment on it, "We are not on P-S-R… On Alvin's yacht." So they didn't have to worry about Harper targeting them. Even if he did, The Yacht was well equipped to take immediate actions.
[Wait, what?] Jason knew it couldn't be as simple as changing from one vehicle to another.
Anya massaged between her brows. Jason will get angry at her if he gets to know her actions. Anyway, she will have to write a report, she can't lie to him. So she briefed, "I and Alvin were on the ship as Collins as it was an easier way to get on the ship."
Jason hummed with his complete attention while he was getting ready to leave the house.
"So, the manager and his men aimed to capture us to threaten President Collins. Those men weren't attacking anybody and tried to capture us as soon as they put down the plan of hijacking." She bit her tongue and completed, "We jumped to the water." Even if they had fought ten members, there would have been more people who might have tried to attack them.
Jason's calmness ticked off completely. He was quick-witted so he could already make out why she was contacting him so late, instead of the previous day. She would undoubtedly be weak to her bones waiting in the water for the yacht without knowing if there were any whales or sharks in the water, it was life-threatening. He should be surprised that she was alive and talking to him.
Jason yelled at her for the first time in these four-plus years, [Are you freaking out of your bloody mind? Do you know the possibilities of your actions? Haven't I told you that your life is important? Anya Owen, what the hell is wrong with you?] She was the most reasonable and calm-headed officer in his team. He couldn't believe she actually dared to jump out of the ship to the ocean.
Well, he knew the two were safe but it was the most dangerous move. They could have died. He needed to reprimand her so that she doesn't do such adventures next time. He cared about his team members like his family, and a little extra concern for this lady.
Anya knew this action would infuriate the ones who cared about her while others might think of it as bravery. She rubbed her forehead, with her eyes shut. Now Jason won't give her the next promotion easily. This will be recorded as her recklessness during the mission. And she had nothing to object to.
"Who is he?" A spine-chilling cold voice rang in the study room, dropping the temperature by a few degrees.
The other end of the radio call fell silent. Anya wasn't sure how much Alvin heard her. Yet she tried her best to stay calm and lifted her head. Alvin had gotten fresh and was wearing black leisure pants and a thin white shirt which was revealing his firm, toned muscles through the unbuttoned buttons. With the slightly damp messy hair, he was too seductive with that gorgeous face.
Well, he wasn't there to seduce her or peep into her work. He was standing by the study room door with a tray of food. Her stomach growled at the delicious aroma causing her to awkwardly smile in embarrassment.
She didn't tell the truth, "My friend." It wasn't the right time for her to tell him about her identity.
Alvin's grim face further darkened. He heard a noise of speaking coming from the study room when he alighted the stairs. Going towards the study room, he heard somebody yelling at his Little Donut so he was pissed off.
He narrowed his eyes hearing her call a male as her friend. Although he wasn't the type to stop her from having male or female friends, he couldn't help but be angry for calling him an acquaintance and somebody else as a friend.
He didn't know he wasn't just angry at the man for yelling at Anya, he was also jealous.
[Anya, we will meet after you return. Safety first.] Jason spoke casually like a good friend. He didn't forget to remind her about her safety and ended the call without waiting for her response.
Whereas his words were actually to signal to her that he will be there to pick her up from the port. She needs to meet the chief justice and he will update her about the situation back in the country.
Anya closed the laptop and went to Alvin who was still glaring at her. She didn't expect Alvin to wake up and get her something to eat. She stood in front of him, unthinkingly tiptoed to take a better look at the tray. There were two bowls of porridge and fresh orange juice and a warm glass of milk.
Pointing her finger at the bowls, she curiously asked looking back to his coldly glaring eyes, "You made this?" She didn't know he could cook.
Does that friend want to meet her? Alvin was going to meet him too and put him in place. How dare he shout at his Little Donut? Alvin decided. He didn't respond to her, he turned his heel and went to the couch.
Anya followed him wondering the reason behind his anger. She glanced at the laptop behind her, she was cent percent sure he wasn't angry for the call she made. He probably arranged that spare laptop for her. So why is he angry?
Sitting on the couch, she saw him take the bowl and spoon for himself. She took another bowl and sniffed the delicious aroma. It was appetizing. She scooped a spoonful and blew it as it was hot. Before she could taste it, Alvin slapped her right hand causing the spoon to fall to the bowl.
Anya: "..."
He seized the bowl from her left hand and placed both of their bowls on the tray. He handed her a glass of milk and he took juice. Crossing his legs, he lazily sipped his juice without uttering a word.
Anya: "..."
What's wrong with him? The porridge smelled so delicious.
'Growl,' Just the smell of it made her stomach rumble.
She turned to him, giving a pitiful look. She was really hungry and he was angry. Those tiny energy bars weren't enough for her little brain. She needs food for her stomach.
Alvin tried to ignore her eyes but couldn't. He turned to her and saw her pout and pointed at her stomach, silently saying she was hungry. The anger fled out of the door looking at her trying to be cute. He knew why she wasn't talking. Because he didn't respond to her or say anything before taking away the bowl.
He suddenly flashed her an amiable smile, "Do you want to eat?" His voice was captivating.
However, Anya wasn't a fool. She knew something was cooking in his head. She hesitantly nodded. What could he do? Will he ask her to eat two big bowls? Well, she was hungry, so she could eat it.
Alvin kept his glass down, picked a bowl. He ignored her hands that came forward to take the bowl. He scooped a spoonful elegantly, gently blew it, intently looking at her. He could see her doubtful gaze, he didn't say anything. He took the bowl closer and held the spoon near her lips.
Seeing her sealed lips, his fruity deep voice floated to her ears, "One spoon, then you can have the bowl."
Anya swallowed hard. The aroma was mouthwatering, she couldn't think of anything and took the spoon to her mouth.
A cunning smile appeared on his face instantly. Anya's eyes widened as soon as heavy salty and sourness assaulted her taste buds. She instantly felt like throwing up. She wanted to spit it out so she struggled where to spit it and ran into the ensuite.
She heard Alvin briefly chuckle behind her. 'Sadist' She ignored him to save herself. Spitting it out, she rinsed her mouth thrice but the saltiness didn't fade. She continued to feel like throwing up but there was nothing in her stomach.
She couldn't believe the university rank student, the successful international business tycoon, would cook so awful. The aroma was clearly deceitful. She pressed her poor stomach that lurched terribly. She held the counter and squeezed her eyes when a sudden sharp pain pulsed from her stomach.
Staying hungry was better than playing with a weakened stomach. Her forehead had beads of sweat in no time.
She was worried that if she fell sick, then she couldn't flee and complete the work. There is a lot to do in the country. She couldn't do it in Alvin's presence as Alvin had stolen the hard disk, which is a crime and he was a criminal.
Alvin, Linus, and Bernard will have to face justice and pay the price for their actions. That's the law and regulations and she is a diligent officer who upholds it. She won't disrespect her job by letting Alvin off.
Hence she couldn't afford to fall sick at this crucial time.
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